I knew a chick once who started to get all hippy like this. Told her to get on the stairmaster before it was too late. She ignored me. Now you can park your beer on her hips like you’re at the fuckin’ pub.

I remember a day when you didn’t have to be super-hot to be a popular singer and I can respect musical talent irrespective of the shape of the person it’s coming from, but she just makes the same shrieky shit over and over and over. If you’re going to try and pull that stunt, you’d better be smoking hot – and even then it might not pay off.